Healing 4
Sequel to "Confrontation". I do not own any part of Charmed; I just write about it.
"How long have they been up there?" Phoebe asked aloud.
Paige glanced at her watch, "About seven hours,"
"Isn't that too long," Phoebe demanded.
"How should I know," Paige snapped.
Phoebe grimaced. She put her arm on Paige, "I'm sorry. I know Michael's doing his best. I just wish I could be up there."
Paige sighed, "I'm sorry too. It's just.hard. I want to be up there too, but Michael was very explicit. Aside from him, only Azarians can be there. That means only Cole and Gerald. But don't worry. Michael been preparing for this for close to a week. It will work."
"I sure hope so," Phoebe mentioned.
"Melinda and Leo are both at the movies," Piper commented as she walked into the living room. She looked at both her sisters, and asked, "They're still going? That must be one heck of a ritual. But is that a good sign?"
Paige and Phoebe shared a look, "We don't know."
Piper sat down as her sisters followed suit, "Have faith, Pheebs." Piper reassured her.
Phoebe took a deep breath, "I'm just worried, that's all. In the last three weeks, we've tried nine different ways to restore Gabriel's powers. None have worked, and I can tell the attempts are taking their toll."
"We're all on edge," Paige admitted, "I know Michael been getting less than two hours of sleep a night, and almost all of it at the Library. He's been tearing that place."
"That's not what I meant," Phoebe interrupted. "I mean it's having an effect on Gabriel."
"Are these attempts hurting him?" Piper demanded in a worried tone.
Phoebe looked uncomfortable, "Not exactly.at least not physically. But I can tell, his hopes are dying with each attempt. I honestly think he's beginning to give up. And it would be even worse if it wasn't for the Guardians."
"I still admit, it scared the living daylights out of me the first time one of them showed up," Piper remarked sardonically.
Paige snorted, "Tell me about it. They show up at all hours, and always want to talk to Gabriel. I've not been able to figure out how they know, but they always know when he needs help and when he wants to talk to one of them. They've really kept his spirits up. We owe all of them a debt of gratitude."
"Not all of them," Phoebe mentioned darkly.
"Phoebe, I'm sure Mortanos has just been really busy or something, I mean he is the Guardian of Death," Piper tried in a halfway attempt.
"The other Guardians took time out to make Gabriel a priority," Phoebe snapped, "but his high and mighty refuses to come and see him. I can see it in Gabriel's eyes. Every time one of the Guardian's arrives, he hopes it is Mortanos. Mortanos' absence is painful to Gabriel."
"I can understand, they were opposites. I'd guess they were the closest of the Guardians," Paige admitted.
"He should be here, and I don't know if I'll ever forgive him for not showing up," Phoebe stated coldly.
Paige was about to respond when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," she offered. She walked over and opened the door to find a heavily cowled figure at the door. "Can I help you?" she asked as she slowly prepared to defend herself.
The cowled figure remarked, "Is this the Halliwell residence?"
"It is," Paige answered slowly.
"Then I've come to the right place. I need to speak with you," the cowled figure stated.
"Look buddy, I don't know who you think you are, but if you think you can just barge in here, and just." Paige began hotly, but trailed off as the figure removed his hood. "Oh my god."
***
Cole fought the urge to move his leg as a painful cramp continued to worsen. He wanted desperately to listen to his leg and move, but some things were more important. And Michael had told him not to move no matter what.
When Michael had returned from the Library yesterday with a possible power enhancing ritual for Gabriel, both Cole and Gerald had signed on immediately. Michael had warned him this ritual was to be incredibly difficult, but Cole and Gerald had still signed on. Now, Cole honestly wondered how much longer he could stand still. But his part was effortless compared to Michael's.
Cole, Gerald, and Michael formed a triangle with Gabriel kneeling in a meditative position in the center. Gerald and Cole had been standing almost the entire time, only moving when directed. A brazier sat in front of Michael, and wisps of smoke had been rising steadily from it for the last few hours. Michael's voice was incredibly hoarse, but he did not stop in his chanting, nor did he allow his obvious exhaustion to impair the preciseness of his hand movements. Cole was deeply impressed with Michael's self discipline. He'd always known Michael was an impressive man, but this exceeded his respect.
The chanting increased as Michael's movements became more frenzied. The smoke, which had been slowly filling the attic, began to surround the triangle. It began to glow a faint green color, and Cole felt it touching him, almost scanning his body. Suddenly, the smoke coalesced around Gabriel, surrounding him with a greenish glow.
"Breathe it in," Michael gasped in a very hoarse voice. Gabriel began to breath deeply, and the smoke flowed into him. When the last of it vanished, Michael's hands dropped, and he rasped, "We can move now, the ritual is finished."
Gerald limped over to a water pitcher close by, and brought a cup over to Michael, who drank greedily. "Very impressive," Gerald whispered.
"I just hope it was worth it," Michael replied before going for another cup.
"What exactly did you do?" Cole wondered as he stretched his screaming muscles.
"I tried an enhanced version of an ancient spell devised by healers," Michael admitted, "The original spell was supposed to copy the physical condition of one person to another. Any wounds one had the other would as well. I'd hoped if I merged it with a few other spells, it would enhance Gabriel's gift until it was the equal to yours. I just hope it worked."
"There's only one way to find out," Gerald pointed out. He leaned down and asked, "Gabriel, do you feel any different."
Gabriel opened his eyes, and slowly stood up. His eyes said it all as he said, "No. I feel exactly the same."
Michael turned and kicked the brazier over. "DAMN IT!" He then turned back and hung his head, "I'm sorry Gabriel, I truly thought this would work."
Gabriel shook his head, "I don't blame you. It was a good idea, and I am impressed you were able to try it. It was worth a shot."
Michael sighed, but they could all tell he was deeply disappointed, "Well, I'll keep looking in the Library. There must be a way to bring your powers back to full strength. And we'll find it."
As the four of them exited the attic, Phoebe walked over, "I was just coming up to see you. We have a visitor."
"Who is it?" Cole asked. He could feel Phoebe's hope, and felt it stir within his own breast.
"He didn't want me to tell you." Phoebe admitted. "Come on,"
As the four walked downstairs, Phoebe questioned, "Any luck?" When Michael shook his head, Phoebe glanced and Gabriel. Cole could feel worry and fear from her, and wordlessly sent her feelings of support.
"I think I'll just go to my room," Gabriel admitted. "I'm tired."
Phoebe shook her head, "No, he specifically asked for you. Come on,"
"Come on, Phoebe. Who is it?" Gerald asked curiously.
"You'll see," Phoebe countered.
"Not even a hint?" Michael wondered, his curiosity eating at him. When Phoebe shook her head, he sighed, "Oh, well. We've seen so many magical creatures in our lives, I doubt anything can shock us."
At that moment, the group entered the living room, and they saw who was waiting for them. Michael's jaw dropped and he whispered, "I was wrong."
Sitting comfortably in the center of the room was a wiry, lean figure with deep blue eyes.and pointed ears. "An elf?" Cole gasped in shock.
The elf stood and smiled, "You must be Coleridge Turner. I am Devearn Tareyade." He held out his hand, which Cole grasped. The elf's handshake was firm but not testing, and Cole felt a small part of him relax slightly.
The elf turned and looked at Gabriel, and his eyes widened slightly. "And with such scars, you must be Gabriel Turner, the former Guardian of Life."
A surprised look came over Gabriel's face. "What scars?"
The elf had a sad smile on his face, "I'm not talking physical scars. I can see you have been wounded emotionally, magically, and mentally in the past, all in the cause of good. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is mutual, but I'm curious.what are you doing here?" Gabriel replied.
Devearn looked around, and then a solemn look came over his face, "Gabriel Coleridge Turner, you are summoned to the city of Elfhaven to stand before the council for a ruling. You may bring whomever you wish."
"A ruling on what?" Cole asked.
"If the council votes, we will use our powers to heal Gabriel, and restore the powers that were lost," Devearn explained.
"WHAT!" the group shouted.
"You can do that?" Michael demanded.
Devearn nodded, "While his magical wounds are severe, our magic is nearly as ancient as the Azarians. If the council votes so, we shall attempt to cure you. Are you ready to leave?"
Gabriel hesitated, and then asked, "My family can come, right?"
Devearn smiled, "As I said, you may bring any guests you want. I assumed your family would be coming with you, and made arrangements. Are you ready to leave?"
Gabriel looked at his parents, "Do you think I should?"
"I don't see any reason why not," Cole admitted.
"We should pursue every option," Phoebe chimed in.
Gabriel turned back to Devearn, and said, "Alright, let's go." ***
When a group could see again, they found themselves in a grassy clearing. A large black carriage was waiting for them, and another elf was sitting in the driver's seat. "What's going on?" Cole asked.
"I'm sorry," Devearn apologized, "but it is impossible to magically teleport to Elfhaven. We have to ride in, so I prepared this for your comfort."
As the group got into the carriage, Cole noted the look of anger and hostility the driver displayed. When he noticed Cole looking, the driver altered his expression to one of bland politeness. "Our driver seems rather.distant." Cole mentioned as he got into the carriage.
Devearn grimaced, "I shall speak with him. I apologize. If I'd known he felt that way, I would have asked for someone else. Which reminds me, if you'll hold still." Devearn gestured, and the group felt a strange feeling come over them.
"What was that?" Piper demanded.
"While I have been given the ability to speak your language, most elves will not take the time," Devearn explain, "the spell I just cast will enable you to speak and understand our native language, which should help immensely."
"Thanks," Michael commented.
They rode in silence for several minutes before Phoebe asked, "Why does the driver feel that way towards us?"
Devearn looked upset as he said, "Unfortunately, many elves are not kindly disposed towards humans."
"Why not?" Michael wondered.
"It is not a pleasant tale, but I suppose you deserve to know what you're getting into," Devearn mentioned. As the carriage continued moving, he began, "The elven race is ancient, existing for eons in this realm before you humans were even created. In our youth, we also had a battle against good an evil, but we managed to drive evil from our realm. However, that battles made us realize we could not rest as long as evil exists and could threaten our way of life. So, we decided to send contingents of elves to the other realms to continue our fight and help other realms in their battle."
"You sent elves to our realm, didn't you?" Gerald mentioned shrewdly.
Devearn nodded, "Yes. It was hoped our races could work together and drive evil away. But that didn't happen."
"What did happen?" Michael asked softly.
Devearn sighed, "We're not sure. Even with all our power, we have yet to figure out what happened to them. One day the colony simply stopped sending messages. We sent out a party to investigate, and it was only through the intervention of a third party that any of them survived. The ones that did told of finding a single corpse with a message carved into its flesh. 'Stay out'. Many of our leading families had kin that vanished, and they hold a long grudge."
"What does that mean?" Phoebe wondered.
"It means you are facing quite a lot of opposition to receive our help," Devearn admitted, "Since that event, we have not allowed a single healing of non-elves. You are actually the first humans to be allowed here in centuries."
"Why were we admitted then?" Gerald questioned.
Devearn turned to look at him, "We may hold long grudges, but we elves hold honor as one of our core values. You are here as the repayment of a debt owed to a person by the elven people."
"What debt?" Gabriel interjected, suddenly interested.
"As I mentioned, the party we sent to investigate was ambushed while in your realm," Devearn continued, "they were outnumbered and outmatched, and it looked like they were doomed. But another power intervened, at great personal risk. He came to their aid, and it was only through his help that any were able to escape. And it was not without a price to him. He will carry scars from that battle forever."
"I still don't understand," Piper admitted.
"Two weeks ago, he came to us to call in our debt," Devearn finished, "he wanted us to heal a friend of his who had been scarred in the war against evil. We were shocked at first, and it only because of the debt that the council even agreed to hear the case. He was quite insistent, and we finally agreed."
"Who is this person?" Phoebe asked, "I'd like to thank them."
"You already know him. We call him friend, but I believe he is called Mortanos in your realm," Devearn mentioned.
The entire group was stunned, "Mortanos has been here the whole time, trying to get you to help us?" Phoebe gasped.
Devearn looked confused as he nodded, "I thought you knew.we're here. Welcome to Elfhaven, the pride of the elven race."
The group stepped out of the carriage, and looked around. Phoebe felt tears come to her eyes at the sheer beauty of the city. Golden towers rose gracefully and majestically into the sky, flawlessly interwoven with great oaks. It was the perfect blend of nature and structure, a balance that could not be found in their own realm. Several thousand elves were wandering around the city, and Phoebe could hear beautiful music playing in the distance.
Devearn grinned proudly at their expressions, "Follow me, I'll take you to the council chamber."
As they walked, Cole looked around. Since finding out about the driver, Cole was watchful for hostility from other elves. In his searching for hostility, Cole noticed one odd thing. "Devearn, where are your children?" Cole asked softly.
Devearn glanced back, and smiled, "Very astute Cole. We live much longer than you humans do, so we have children less. Our children are incredibly precious and rare, and it is the pride of the family to have a child. Therefore, we protect them more than you do your children, until they are ready to be exposed slowly to rest of society."
"I see." Cole replied as he thought about that.
The Council Chamber was a simple impressive structure that appeared to have been made out of solid silver. Beautiful carvings of leaves and vines were spaced throughout the outside, and the group could see windows strategically placed so there would always be enough light.
"How is this meeting with the council going to work?" Gabriel mentioned.
"Our ruling council is composed of a member of each of the five Great Houses," Devearn explained. "You need a unanimous vote from all five for us to attempt such a healing. And that won't be easy. Of the five, three are at least open to helping you, but the two most powerful family leaders are dead set against it."
"Great." Cole muttered as they approached the door to the council chamber. As they got closer, the group saw Mortanos was waiting for them. The group stopped, and just looked at him as he looked at them.
Finally, Phoebe walked over to him. She hugged him fiercely and whispered, "Thank you. I was wrong about you, and I'm sorry."
"You're welcome, and it's okay," Mortanos whispered back in shock.
Phoebe pulled away, and said, "What are our chances?"
Mortanos hesitated, "I'm doing what I can, but it's going to be tough. The family leaders of House Geratne and Demoratea hold great sway, and they are not hiding the fact they are dead-set against helping you. They feel it would draw them into our battle against evil, and result in more deaths."
"Any advice on how we can change their minds?" Cole whispered.
"Don't lie, and be yourself. They are immensely powerful, and can tell when you lie." Mortanos replied.
Cole would have asked another question but it was too late. The doors opened, and the group was summoned before the council. The council room was a perfectly circular room, with chairs and desks completely around it. There were hundreds of seats, but only five were filled. Each had an elderly elf in it, and all of them conveyed a deep sense of power and presence.
As the group settled itself, Cole noticed one of the elves was staring intently at Gabriel. When they had first entered the room, Cole noticed this one had looked slightly surprised.
"Honored Elders, this is the being I mentioned," Mortanos began with a bow as he indicated Gabriel.
"Have him come forth and be judged," one of the elderly elves intoned.
As Gabriel walked forward, Cole leaned over and whispered to Devearn, "The one of the right has been staring at us. Who is he?"
Devearn glanced up, and then whispered back, "That's Tabrea, the leader of the second largest house, and one of the ones who did not want Gabriel healed."
Cole would have responded when the other elf started speaking, "Welcome Gabriel. My name is Evermitear. Please step closer." As Gabriel closed in, Evermitear put her hands on Gabriel's forehead and closed her eyes. There was a faint glow for a few moments, and then Evermitear looked up at the others. "I judge him worthy to be healed."
"Which brings up the question. Even if he's worthy, can we risk such exposure?" a tight-faced male elf cautioned.
"That's Dormare, the leader of the strongest house and the other one who is against you," Devearn mentioned.
"I figured," Cole whispered.
"We should judge someone on their personal worthiness, not the worthiness of their race," another elf argued.
"I agree," Tabrea stated, "I feel that if he is worthy, we must heal him."
"I thought you said he was against us," Cole whispered.
Devearn was staring in shock as he whispered, "He was when he left, I just don't understand."
Apparently, neither did Dormare. He was staring at his old ally in shock. The two exchanged a long look, before he said, "this is too important to decide so quickly. I vote we adjourn for a few hours."
"Good plan," Evermitear agreed. "We'll reconvene in two hours."
As the council began to break up, Phoebe asked, "What happens now?"
"I honestly don't know," Devearn confessed, "I never thought Tabrea would be on our side. It makes no sense. I wonder why he changed sides."
"We may find out," Gerald pointed out. The group turned to see Tabrea approaching them slowly.
Zabrea stopped in front of them, waited for the council chamber to empty, before saying, "I just wanted to say I am fully behind you."
Cole did not need to see Devearn's face to know this statement was totally and completely beyond belief. "I appreciate the statement.but I'll be honest with you. It is rather surprising."
Zabrea glanced shrewdly at Devearn, "Devearn been telling you a few details I see. No, don't try and apologize," he continued at Devearn tried to protest, "it is what I would expect of you. You were just doing your job as liason. As to why I have come over to your side, part of it is simply that I can tell from Mortanos' impassioned pleas that you are his friends. Such a friendship is rare, and worth considering."
"But you looked surprised when Gabriel came in, as if you knew him," Cole stated positively.
Zabrea stared intently at Cole, and Cole wondered if he'd gone too far. Finally, he said, "If you were an elf, you'd be a hell of a statesmen. I admit, there is a more.personal reason for my decision. Would you, your son, and your brother follow me? I have something I'd like to show you."
Phoebe began to protest, but she and Cole shared a look. She then turned to Devearn and asked, "Devearn, would you be willing to show us around the city?"
Devearn looked surprised for a moment before nodding. As he led the rest of the group off, Zabrea said, "Follow me."
***
"Watch where you step," Zabrea advised, "Many of the lines on the floor are part of spells, and it would be.unfortunate for you to smudge them."
"Right," Cole muttered as he, Gerald, and Gabriel slowly followed behind.
"Is this your home?" Gabriel asked.
Zabrea nodded, "Part of it. My family has risen to our position of power through our knowledge of magic. My family members tend to have more power than other families, and we are honored for it. It's right through here."
As Cole and the others entered a modestly decorated chamber, a young elfish woman stood and spoke sharply to him, "What are they." she trailed off as she saw Gabriel, and her eyes widened. She looked sharply at Zabrea, who nodded. "I'll give you some time," she concluded before leaving.
"That was rather strange," Gerald commented softly. "Who was she?"
"A family member," Zabrea explained, "the closest word in your language would be daughter-in-law. Please, proceed most delicately. This is a very important spell."
Gabriel led the way as the others slowly walked towards the center of the room. A bed was placed strategically, and surrounded by so many lines it was hard to see the floor. Gabriel looked back, and Zabrea said, "It is a powerful healing web, one of our most powerful. Keep looking."
Gabriel nodded, and he and the others leaned in gently to see. On the bed was a single occupant, shrouded in silken blankets. As Gabriel got a good look at the occupant, he started visibly. Gabriel remembered those eyes, that face. It was the child from the Minotaur arena!
Gabriel and the others turned and stared at Zabrea, "When I sent my Grandson to visit relatives, I was worried, but only slightly," Zabrea mentioned, "After all, he was going to an established colony with a great many elven warriors. When it was attacked by a minotaur raiding party and he was taken, I was devastated, as was my entire family. I had all but given up hope when it happened. One moment, we were in mourning. The next, he appeared in front of us."
Zabrea walked forward and gazed at his grandson, "We quickly cast healing magic, but it was obvious to us that someone had begun the process. Using my powers, I was able to see his savior, and what you did for him."
Zabrea turned back to the three of them, and they saw tears in his eyes, "I may not trust humans in general, but you have proven to me that you are worthy to be helped. You saved my grandson, and the future of my line. What kind of being would I be if I didn't do every in my power to help you?"
Zabrea held out his hand, and Gabriel took it slowly. As Zabrea clasped it, he said, "I pledge to you by my honor that I will do whatever it takes to help you. It is the least I can do."
Gabriel nodded, "Thank you."
Zabrea turned and casually brushed the tears from his face. At that moment, his daughter-in-law came back. She smiled warmly at all of them before addressing Zabrea, "Do you want me to do it?"
"My daughter-in-law Theradonis is a gifted healer," Zabrea explained, "I wanted her to examine you and tell us if you can be healed. Her words carry weight, enough to help push the vote needed. Will you allow her to proceed?"
Gabriel nodded, and Theradonis approached slowly. Before beginning, she pulled Gabriel into a fierce hug and whispered, "Thank you." Her eyes then lost focus, and Gabriel felt her powerful presence enter his being. He felt her scan his mind, and saw the sadness cross her face.
"I'm sorry, we can't heal." Theradonis began as Gabriel felt his hopes crashing down. She trailed off suddenly, and a puzzled look came over her face. Her scan intensified, and a shocked look came over her face. She whirled to her attentive audience and said, "Honored father, come here and take a look. There is something I need you to see."
Zabrea looked puzzled, "You know I can't detect injuries."
"That's not what I meant," Theradonis interrupted, "Please, just scan him."
Zabrea walked over slowly as the puzzlement deepened in his face. His eyes also lost focus, and Gabriel felt his presence join Theradonis's in his mind. Zabrea's face went absolutely white, and he and his daughter-in-law looked at each other. "I don't believe it." Zabrea muttered.
"What, what is it?" Cole demanded.
Zabrea ignored him for a moment as he turned to Theradonis, "Summon the Elders. This break is over."
As Theradonis ran out, Cole continued, "What the hell is going on?"
Zabrea looked at all three of them as he said, "Things just got a lot more complicated."
***
"What's going on?" Phoebe demanded as she and the others ran towards the council room. The tour had been going on when a bell had sounded. Devearn had turned and told them to follow him.
"That bell means the recess is over," Devearn explained, "and for them to end a recess early means something significant must have happened. We need to be there to find out what it is."
The group managed to reach the council chambers just as the others filed in. Phoebe saw that Zabrea looked stunned, and she felt Cole's utter bafflement. "What's going on?" Phoebe whispered to Cole as Zabrea took his spot.
Cole was about to explain when Dormare entered the room, "What's going on, who summoned us back," Dormare demanded.
"I did," Zabrea explained succinctly.
"What is going on?" Evermitear asked.
Zabrea sighed before beginning, "During the break, I invited Gabriel and some of his relatives to my home. I wanted Theradonis to use her powers to indicate whether we could even heal him."
"You went behind the council." another member stated hotly.
"Of course not," Zabrea snapped, "I only wanted to know if it was even feasible. Evermitear had attested that he was worthy, but I thought to save time. The test would help with that. Unfortunately, Theradonis's scans indicate that the damage to his powers cannot be healed by us."
"Oh no." Phoebe whispered. She looked at Gabriel, but he appeared strangely calm.
Cole leaned over and said softly, "Don't worry yet, there's something else going on here."
"I'm glad you've told us this," Dormare stated smugly, "Now we can dismiss this issue and move on."
Zabrea held up his hand, "I didn't say that. I'm afraid we've got an entirely new issue."
"What do you mean?" Dormare demanded.
Zabrea sighed, "During the scans, Theradonis detected something else. She asked me to verify her findings, which I did. This boy has the Potential."
As the room erupted in chaos, Phoebe looked at Devearn. Devearn was swallowing deeply, and looked absolutely flummoxed. "What does that mean? Devearn!" Phoebe snapped.
Devearn shook his head, and said, "Sorry. I was just so.stunned. It means your son has within him a gift for elven magic."
"So what?" Paige commented.
Devearn sighed, "You don't understand. We've never found a non-elf with that potential. It was believed only elves carry the potential for our magic, and only a very small percentage at that. Of the tens of thousands of elves, maybe 50 are powerful magic users. It is so rare that one of our fundamental laws is anyone found with the Potential must be trained."
"You're saying they have to train Gabriel in your magic?" Piper stated in disbelief.
"Maybe," Devearn admitted, "We'll see what they decide."
The chaos had subsided somewhat as one of the council members demanded, "You're sure of this fact?"
"I swear on my family's honor, he has the Potential," Zabrea confirmed.
"We cannot train him," Dormare stated.
"Our law demands it," Evermitear countered. "It is the law from our Creator, and one we cannot break."
"The law applies only to elven family members," Dormare snapped back. "Not to everyone. You know that."
"You're saying because he's not a member of an elven family, he can't be trained?" Zabrea asked.
Dormare nodded, "Were he an family member of a House, then I would be the first to demand he be trained."
Zabrea sighed, and said, "Then I formally demand my right of
Zahanria."
"What does that mean?" Phoebe almost shouted as chaos erupted again.
"Zahanria is the right of a House leader to formally adopt a person
into there house," Devearn whispered, "Zabrea is stating he will make Gabriel a member of his family. It's brilliant, but very dangerous. If they accept, Zabrea is responsible for all of Gabriel's actions. If he messes up, Zabrea will be held responsible."
Phoebe was going to comment when she saw that Zabrea had held up his hand. "Our initiate is now an official elven family member," Zabrea stated formally, "Will you consent to his training?"
Dormare looked like he was reading to spit fire as he snapped, "Very well, I accept. He is to be trained. I trust you'll oversee that portion of his training?"
Zabrea nodded, "It is my duty as his house leader."
"Then I will take my leave of you," Dormare said coldly as he turned and left the audience chamber.
The other members nodded briefly to Zabrea before heading out as well. Zabrea sat down heavily and looked at the others, "Well, we got what we wanted."
"What do you mean?" Piper asked.
"You came here for Gabriel to get stronger. Once we're finished with his training, he could be stronger than he was before," Zabrea explained.
"Thank you," Phoebe started, but stopped as she saw the pain in Zabrea's eyes. "What?"
Zabrea sighed, "To be trained, Gabriel must be trained here at Elfhaven. It's the only place the training can take place."
"Okay, we'll all stay then.right?" Phoebe asked.
"We can't," Cole said sadly, and Phoebe realized he had known this was going to happen, "We have lives, and we've almost worn out our welcome. We have to go back home.without Gabriel."
"NO!" Phoebe screamed. "how could you allow this!"
Cole pulled Phoebe into a hug as she felt tears start down his face, "Damn it, Phoebe, I didn't have a choice. It was the only way to help Gabriel, and that's what important."
Phoebe forced back her tears as she turned to Zabrea and asked, "How long?"
Zabrea looked uncertain, "I.don't know. It depends on how fast he learns it, and how much he has to learn. Several months at least."
Phoebe tried to fathom several months with her son gone, and couldn't. She tried to say something, but no words came out. She didn't realize Gabriel had approached until she found herself looking into his eyes, "Mom, I'll come back," Gabriel said fiercely, "It's only temporary, and while I wish we didn't have to be separated but.I need to do this."
Gabriel.gone. Phoebe had thought she'd have at least until college before that happened, but it wasn't going to be the case. She stared at Gabriel for a while, and then looked at Zabrea, "You'll take care of him?"
"I will treat him like a member of my family," Zabrea stated gently.
Phoebe sighed. She knew she'd cry later, but now she needed to be strong for Gabriel. "Alright.you have my permission to stay."
Phoebe slowly stood and was immediately surrounded by her family. As they entered the carriage that would take them out, she looked back and saw Gabriel waving. She continued to stare at Gabriel as he grew more and more distant as the carriage moved away.
And then he was gone.
THE END
Sequel to "Confrontation". I do not own any part of Charmed; I just write about it.
"How long have they been up there?" Phoebe asked aloud.
Paige glanced at her watch, "About seven hours,"
"Isn't that too long," Phoebe demanded.
"How should I know," Paige snapped.
Phoebe grimaced. She put her arm on Paige, "I'm sorry. I know Michael's doing his best. I just wish I could be up there."
Paige sighed, "I'm sorry too. It's just.hard. I want to be up there too, but Michael was very explicit. Aside from him, only Azarians can be there. That means only Cole and Gerald. But don't worry. Michael been preparing for this for close to a week. It will work."
"I sure hope so," Phoebe mentioned.
"Melinda and Leo are both at the movies," Piper commented as she walked into the living room. She looked at both her sisters, and asked, "They're still going? That must be one heck of a ritual. But is that a good sign?"
Paige and Phoebe shared a look, "We don't know."
Piper sat down as her sisters followed suit, "Have faith, Pheebs." Piper reassured her.
Phoebe took a deep breath, "I'm just worried, that's all. In the last three weeks, we've tried nine different ways to restore Gabriel's powers. None have worked, and I can tell the attempts are taking their toll."
"We're all on edge," Paige admitted, "I know Michael been getting less than two hours of sleep a night, and almost all of it at the Library. He's been tearing that place."
"That's not what I meant," Phoebe interrupted. "I mean it's having an effect on Gabriel."
"Are these attempts hurting him?" Piper demanded in a worried tone.
Phoebe looked uncomfortable, "Not exactly.at least not physically. But I can tell, his hopes are dying with each attempt. I honestly think he's beginning to give up. And it would be even worse if it wasn't for the Guardians."
"I still admit, it scared the living daylights out of me the first time one of them showed up," Piper remarked sardonically.
Paige snorted, "Tell me about it. They show up at all hours, and always want to talk to Gabriel. I've not been able to figure out how they know, but they always know when he needs help and when he wants to talk to one of them. They've really kept his spirits up. We owe all of them a debt of gratitude."
"Not all of them," Phoebe mentioned darkly.
"Phoebe, I'm sure Mortanos has just been really busy or something, I mean he is the Guardian of Death," Piper tried in a halfway attempt.
"The other Guardians took time out to make Gabriel a priority," Phoebe snapped, "but his high and mighty refuses to come and see him. I can see it in Gabriel's eyes. Every time one of the Guardian's arrives, he hopes it is Mortanos. Mortanos' absence is painful to Gabriel."
"I can understand, they were opposites. I'd guess they were the closest of the Guardians," Paige admitted.
"He should be here, and I don't know if I'll ever forgive him for not showing up," Phoebe stated coldly.
Paige was about to respond when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," she offered. She walked over and opened the door to find a heavily cowled figure at the door. "Can I help you?" she asked as she slowly prepared to defend herself.
The cowled figure remarked, "Is this the Halliwell residence?"
"It is," Paige answered slowly.
"Then I've come to the right place. I need to speak with you," the cowled figure stated.
"Look buddy, I don't know who you think you are, but if you think you can just barge in here, and just." Paige began hotly, but trailed off as the figure removed his hood. "Oh my god."
***
Cole fought the urge to move his leg as a painful cramp continued to worsen. He wanted desperately to listen to his leg and move, but some things were more important. And Michael had told him not to move no matter what.
When Michael had returned from the Library yesterday with a possible power enhancing ritual for Gabriel, both Cole and Gerald had signed on immediately. Michael had warned him this ritual was to be incredibly difficult, but Cole and Gerald had still signed on. Now, Cole honestly wondered how much longer he could stand still. But his part was effortless compared to Michael's.
Cole, Gerald, and Michael formed a triangle with Gabriel kneeling in a meditative position in the center. Gerald and Cole had been standing almost the entire time, only moving when directed. A brazier sat in front of Michael, and wisps of smoke had been rising steadily from it for the last few hours. Michael's voice was incredibly hoarse, but he did not stop in his chanting, nor did he allow his obvious exhaustion to impair the preciseness of his hand movements. Cole was deeply impressed with Michael's self discipline. He'd always known Michael was an impressive man, but this exceeded his respect.
The chanting increased as Michael's movements became more frenzied. The smoke, which had been slowly filling the attic, began to surround the triangle. It began to glow a faint green color, and Cole felt it touching him, almost scanning his body. Suddenly, the smoke coalesced around Gabriel, surrounding him with a greenish glow.
"Breathe it in," Michael gasped in a very hoarse voice. Gabriel began to breath deeply, and the smoke flowed into him. When the last of it vanished, Michael's hands dropped, and he rasped, "We can move now, the ritual is finished."
Gerald limped over to a water pitcher close by, and brought a cup over to Michael, who drank greedily. "Very impressive," Gerald whispered.
"I just hope it was worth it," Michael replied before going for another cup.
"What exactly did you do?" Cole wondered as he stretched his screaming muscles.
"I tried an enhanced version of an ancient spell devised by healers," Michael admitted, "The original spell was supposed to copy the physical condition of one person to another. Any wounds one had the other would as well. I'd hoped if I merged it with a few other spells, it would enhance Gabriel's gift until it was the equal to yours. I just hope it worked."
"There's only one way to find out," Gerald pointed out. He leaned down and asked, "Gabriel, do you feel any different."
Gabriel opened his eyes, and slowly stood up. His eyes said it all as he said, "No. I feel exactly the same."
Michael turned and kicked the brazier over. "DAMN IT!" He then turned back and hung his head, "I'm sorry Gabriel, I truly thought this would work."
Gabriel shook his head, "I don't blame you. It was a good idea, and I am impressed you were able to try it. It was worth a shot."
Michael sighed, but they could all tell he was deeply disappointed, "Well, I'll keep looking in the Library. There must be a way to bring your powers back to full strength. And we'll find it."
As the four of them exited the attic, Phoebe walked over, "I was just coming up to see you. We have a visitor."
"Who is it?" Cole asked. He could feel Phoebe's hope, and felt it stir within his own breast.
"He didn't want me to tell you." Phoebe admitted. "Come on,"
As the four walked downstairs, Phoebe questioned, "Any luck?" When Michael shook his head, Phoebe glanced and Gabriel. Cole could feel worry and fear from her, and wordlessly sent her feelings of support.
"I think I'll just go to my room," Gabriel admitted. "I'm tired."
Phoebe shook her head, "No, he specifically asked for you. Come on,"
"Come on, Phoebe. Who is it?" Gerald asked curiously.
"You'll see," Phoebe countered.
"Not even a hint?" Michael wondered, his curiosity eating at him. When Phoebe shook her head, he sighed, "Oh, well. We've seen so many magical creatures in our lives, I doubt anything can shock us."
At that moment, the group entered the living room, and they saw who was waiting for them. Michael's jaw dropped and he whispered, "I was wrong."
Sitting comfortably in the center of the room was a wiry, lean figure with deep blue eyes.and pointed ears. "An elf?" Cole gasped in shock.
The elf stood and smiled, "You must be Coleridge Turner. I am Devearn Tareyade." He held out his hand, which Cole grasped. The elf's handshake was firm but not testing, and Cole felt a small part of him relax slightly.
The elf turned and looked at Gabriel, and his eyes widened slightly. "And with such scars, you must be Gabriel Turner, the former Guardian of Life."
A surprised look came over Gabriel's face. "What scars?"
The elf had a sad smile on his face, "I'm not talking physical scars. I can see you have been wounded emotionally, magically, and mentally in the past, all in the cause of good. It is a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is mutual, but I'm curious.what are you doing here?" Gabriel replied.
Devearn looked around, and then a solemn look came over his face, "Gabriel Coleridge Turner, you are summoned to the city of Elfhaven to stand before the council for a ruling. You may bring whomever you wish."
"A ruling on what?" Cole asked.
"If the council votes, we will use our powers to heal Gabriel, and restore the powers that were lost," Devearn explained.
"WHAT!" the group shouted.
"You can do that?" Michael demanded.
Devearn nodded, "While his magical wounds are severe, our magic is nearly as ancient as the Azarians. If the council votes so, we shall attempt to cure you. Are you ready to leave?"
Gabriel hesitated, and then asked, "My family can come, right?"
Devearn smiled, "As I said, you may bring any guests you want. I assumed your family would be coming with you, and made arrangements. Are you ready to leave?"
Gabriel looked at his parents, "Do you think I should?"
"I don't see any reason why not," Cole admitted.
"We should pursue every option," Phoebe chimed in.
Gabriel turned back to Devearn, and said, "Alright, let's go." ***
When a group could see again, they found themselves in a grassy clearing. A large black carriage was waiting for them, and another elf was sitting in the driver's seat. "What's going on?" Cole asked.
"I'm sorry," Devearn apologized, "but it is impossible to magically teleport to Elfhaven. We have to ride in, so I prepared this for your comfort."
As the group got into the carriage, Cole noted the look of anger and hostility the driver displayed. When he noticed Cole looking, the driver altered his expression to one of bland politeness. "Our driver seems rather.distant." Cole mentioned as he got into the carriage.
Devearn grimaced, "I shall speak with him. I apologize. If I'd known he felt that way, I would have asked for someone else. Which reminds me, if you'll hold still." Devearn gestured, and the group felt a strange feeling come over them.
"What was that?" Piper demanded.
"While I have been given the ability to speak your language, most elves will not take the time," Devearn explain, "the spell I just cast will enable you to speak and understand our native language, which should help immensely."
"Thanks," Michael commented.
They rode in silence for several minutes before Phoebe asked, "Why does the driver feel that way towards us?"
Devearn looked upset as he said, "Unfortunately, many elves are not kindly disposed towards humans."
"Why not?" Michael wondered.
"It is not a pleasant tale, but I suppose you deserve to know what you're getting into," Devearn mentioned. As the carriage continued moving, he began, "The elven race is ancient, existing for eons in this realm before you humans were even created. In our youth, we also had a battle against good an evil, but we managed to drive evil from our realm. However, that battles made us realize we could not rest as long as evil exists and could threaten our way of life. So, we decided to send contingents of elves to the other realms to continue our fight and help other realms in their battle."
"You sent elves to our realm, didn't you?" Gerald mentioned shrewdly.
Devearn nodded, "Yes. It was hoped our races could work together and drive evil away. But that didn't happen."
"What did happen?" Michael asked softly.
Devearn sighed, "We're not sure. Even with all our power, we have yet to figure out what happened to them. One day the colony simply stopped sending messages. We sent out a party to investigate, and it was only through the intervention of a third party that any of them survived. The ones that did told of finding a single corpse with a message carved into its flesh. 'Stay out'. Many of our leading families had kin that vanished, and they hold a long grudge."
"What does that mean?" Phoebe wondered.
"It means you are facing quite a lot of opposition to receive our help," Devearn admitted, "Since that event, we have not allowed a single healing of non-elves. You are actually the first humans to be allowed here in centuries."
"Why were we admitted then?" Gerald questioned.
Devearn turned to look at him, "We may hold long grudges, but we elves hold honor as one of our core values. You are here as the repayment of a debt owed to a person by the elven people."
"What debt?" Gabriel interjected, suddenly interested.
"As I mentioned, the party we sent to investigate was ambushed while in your realm," Devearn continued, "they were outnumbered and outmatched, and it looked like they were doomed. But another power intervened, at great personal risk. He came to their aid, and it was only through his help that any were able to escape. And it was not without a price to him. He will carry scars from that battle forever."
"I still don't understand," Piper admitted.
"Two weeks ago, he came to us to call in our debt," Devearn finished, "he wanted us to heal a friend of his who had been scarred in the war against evil. We were shocked at first, and it only because of the debt that the council even agreed to hear the case. He was quite insistent, and we finally agreed."
"Who is this person?" Phoebe asked, "I'd like to thank them."
"You already know him. We call him friend, but I believe he is called Mortanos in your realm," Devearn mentioned.
The entire group was stunned, "Mortanos has been here the whole time, trying to get you to help us?" Phoebe gasped.
Devearn looked confused as he nodded, "I thought you knew.we're here. Welcome to Elfhaven, the pride of the elven race."
The group stepped out of the carriage, and looked around. Phoebe felt tears come to her eyes at the sheer beauty of the city. Golden towers rose gracefully and majestically into the sky, flawlessly interwoven with great oaks. It was the perfect blend of nature and structure, a balance that could not be found in their own realm. Several thousand elves were wandering around the city, and Phoebe could hear beautiful music playing in the distance.
Devearn grinned proudly at their expressions, "Follow me, I'll take you to the council chamber."
As they walked, Cole looked around. Since finding out about the driver, Cole was watchful for hostility from other elves. In his searching for hostility, Cole noticed one odd thing. "Devearn, where are your children?" Cole asked softly.
Devearn glanced back, and smiled, "Very astute Cole. We live much longer than you humans do, so we have children less. Our children are incredibly precious and rare, and it is the pride of the family to have a child. Therefore, we protect them more than you do your children, until they are ready to be exposed slowly to rest of society."
"I see." Cole replied as he thought about that.
The Council Chamber was a simple impressive structure that appeared to have been made out of solid silver. Beautiful carvings of leaves and vines were spaced throughout the outside, and the group could see windows strategically placed so there would always be enough light.
"How is this meeting with the council going to work?" Gabriel mentioned.
"Our ruling council is composed of a member of each of the five Great Houses," Devearn explained. "You need a unanimous vote from all five for us to attempt such a healing. And that won't be easy. Of the five, three are at least open to helping you, but the two most powerful family leaders are dead set against it."
"Great." Cole muttered as they approached the door to the council chamber. As they got closer, the group saw Mortanos was waiting for them. The group stopped, and just looked at him as he looked at them.
Finally, Phoebe walked over to him. She hugged him fiercely and whispered, "Thank you. I was wrong about you, and I'm sorry."
"You're welcome, and it's okay," Mortanos whispered back in shock.
Phoebe pulled away, and said, "What are our chances?"
Mortanos hesitated, "I'm doing what I can, but it's going to be tough. The family leaders of House Geratne and Demoratea hold great sway, and they are not hiding the fact they are dead-set against helping you. They feel it would draw them into our battle against evil, and result in more deaths."
"Any advice on how we can change their minds?" Cole whispered.
"Don't lie, and be yourself. They are immensely powerful, and can tell when you lie." Mortanos replied.
Cole would have asked another question but it was too late. The doors opened, and the group was summoned before the council. The council room was a perfectly circular room, with chairs and desks completely around it. There were hundreds of seats, but only five were filled. Each had an elderly elf in it, and all of them conveyed a deep sense of power and presence.
As the group settled itself, Cole noticed one of the elves was staring intently at Gabriel. When they had first entered the room, Cole noticed this one had looked slightly surprised.
"Honored Elders, this is the being I mentioned," Mortanos began with a bow as he indicated Gabriel.
"Have him come forth and be judged," one of the elderly elves intoned.
As Gabriel walked forward, Cole leaned over and whispered to Devearn, "The one of the right has been staring at us. Who is he?"
Devearn glanced up, and then whispered back, "That's Tabrea, the leader of the second largest house, and one of the ones who did not want Gabriel healed."
Cole would have responded when the other elf started speaking, "Welcome Gabriel. My name is Evermitear. Please step closer." As Gabriel closed in, Evermitear put her hands on Gabriel's forehead and closed her eyes. There was a faint glow for a few moments, and then Evermitear looked up at the others. "I judge him worthy to be healed."
"Which brings up the question. Even if he's worthy, can we risk such exposure?" a tight-faced male elf cautioned.
"That's Dormare, the leader of the strongest house and the other one who is against you," Devearn mentioned.
"I figured," Cole whispered.
"We should judge someone on their personal worthiness, not the worthiness of their race," another elf argued.
"I agree," Tabrea stated, "I feel that if he is worthy, we must heal him."
"I thought you said he was against us," Cole whispered.
Devearn was staring in shock as he whispered, "He was when he left, I just don't understand."
Apparently, neither did Dormare. He was staring at his old ally in shock. The two exchanged a long look, before he said, "this is too important to decide so quickly. I vote we adjourn for a few hours."
"Good plan," Evermitear agreed. "We'll reconvene in two hours."
As the council began to break up, Phoebe asked, "What happens now?"
"I honestly don't know," Devearn confessed, "I never thought Tabrea would be on our side. It makes no sense. I wonder why he changed sides."
"We may find out," Gerald pointed out. The group turned to see Tabrea approaching them slowly.
Zabrea stopped in front of them, waited for the council chamber to empty, before saying, "I just wanted to say I am fully behind you."
Cole did not need to see Devearn's face to know this statement was totally and completely beyond belief. "I appreciate the statement.but I'll be honest with you. It is rather surprising."
Zabrea glanced shrewdly at Devearn, "Devearn been telling you a few details I see. No, don't try and apologize," he continued at Devearn tried to protest, "it is what I would expect of you. You were just doing your job as liason. As to why I have come over to your side, part of it is simply that I can tell from Mortanos' impassioned pleas that you are his friends. Such a friendship is rare, and worth considering."
"But you looked surprised when Gabriel came in, as if you knew him," Cole stated positively.
Zabrea stared intently at Cole, and Cole wondered if he'd gone too far. Finally, he said, "If you were an elf, you'd be a hell of a statesmen. I admit, there is a more.personal reason for my decision. Would you, your son, and your brother follow me? I have something I'd like to show you."
Phoebe began to protest, but she and Cole shared a look. She then turned to Devearn and asked, "Devearn, would you be willing to show us around the city?"
Devearn looked surprised for a moment before nodding. As he led the rest of the group off, Zabrea said, "Follow me."
***
"Watch where you step," Zabrea advised, "Many of the lines on the floor are part of spells, and it would be.unfortunate for you to smudge them."
"Right," Cole muttered as he, Gerald, and Gabriel slowly followed behind.
"Is this your home?" Gabriel asked.
Zabrea nodded, "Part of it. My family has risen to our position of power through our knowledge of magic. My family members tend to have more power than other families, and we are honored for it. It's right through here."
As Cole and the others entered a modestly decorated chamber, a young elfish woman stood and spoke sharply to him, "What are they." she trailed off as she saw Gabriel, and her eyes widened. She looked sharply at Zabrea, who nodded. "I'll give you some time," she concluded before leaving.
"That was rather strange," Gerald commented softly. "Who was she?"
"A family member," Zabrea explained, "the closest word in your language would be daughter-in-law. Please, proceed most delicately. This is a very important spell."
Gabriel led the way as the others slowly walked towards the center of the room. A bed was placed strategically, and surrounded by so many lines it was hard to see the floor. Gabriel looked back, and Zabrea said, "It is a powerful healing web, one of our most powerful. Keep looking."
Gabriel nodded, and he and the others leaned in gently to see. On the bed was a single occupant, shrouded in silken blankets. As Gabriel got a good look at the occupant, he started visibly. Gabriel remembered those eyes, that face. It was the child from the Minotaur arena!
Gabriel and the others turned and stared at Zabrea, "When I sent my Grandson to visit relatives, I was worried, but only slightly," Zabrea mentioned, "After all, he was going to an established colony with a great many elven warriors. When it was attacked by a minotaur raiding party and he was taken, I was devastated, as was my entire family. I had all but given up hope when it happened. One moment, we were in mourning. The next, he appeared in front of us."
Zabrea walked forward and gazed at his grandson, "We quickly cast healing magic, but it was obvious to us that someone had begun the process. Using my powers, I was able to see his savior, and what you did for him."
Zabrea turned back to the three of them, and they saw tears in his eyes, "I may not trust humans in general, but you have proven to me that you are worthy to be helped. You saved my grandson, and the future of my line. What kind of being would I be if I didn't do every in my power to help you?"
Zabrea held out his hand, and Gabriel took it slowly. As Zabrea clasped it, he said, "I pledge to you by my honor that I will do whatever it takes to help you. It is the least I can do."
Gabriel nodded, "Thank you."
Zabrea turned and casually brushed the tears from his face. At that moment, his daughter-in-law came back. She smiled warmly at all of them before addressing Zabrea, "Do you want me to do it?"
"My daughter-in-law Theradonis is a gifted healer," Zabrea explained, "I wanted her to examine you and tell us if you can be healed. Her words carry weight, enough to help push the vote needed. Will you allow her to proceed?"
Gabriel nodded, and Theradonis approached slowly. Before beginning, she pulled Gabriel into a fierce hug and whispered, "Thank you." Her eyes then lost focus, and Gabriel felt her powerful presence enter his being. He felt her scan his mind, and saw the sadness cross her face.
"I'm sorry, we can't heal." Theradonis began as Gabriel felt his hopes crashing down. She trailed off suddenly, and a puzzled look came over her face. Her scan intensified, and a shocked look came over her face. She whirled to her attentive audience and said, "Honored father, come here and take a look. There is something I need you to see."
Zabrea looked puzzled, "You know I can't detect injuries."
"That's not what I meant," Theradonis interrupted, "Please, just scan him."
Zabrea walked over slowly as the puzzlement deepened in his face. His eyes also lost focus, and Gabriel felt his presence join Theradonis's in his mind. Zabrea's face went absolutely white, and he and his daughter-in-law looked at each other. "I don't believe it." Zabrea muttered.
"What, what is it?" Cole demanded.
Zabrea ignored him for a moment as he turned to Theradonis, "Summon the Elders. This break is over."
As Theradonis ran out, Cole continued, "What the hell is going on?"
Zabrea looked at all three of them as he said, "Things just got a lot more complicated."
***
"What's going on?" Phoebe demanded as she and the others ran towards the council room. The tour had been going on when a bell had sounded. Devearn had turned and told them to follow him.
"That bell means the recess is over," Devearn explained, "and for them to end a recess early means something significant must have happened. We need to be there to find out what it is."
The group managed to reach the council chambers just as the others filed in. Phoebe saw that Zabrea looked stunned, and she felt Cole's utter bafflement. "What's going on?" Phoebe whispered to Cole as Zabrea took his spot.
Cole was about to explain when Dormare entered the room, "What's going on, who summoned us back," Dormare demanded.
"I did," Zabrea explained succinctly.
"What is going on?" Evermitear asked.
Zabrea sighed before beginning, "During the break, I invited Gabriel and some of his relatives to my home. I wanted Theradonis to use her powers to indicate whether we could even heal him."
"You went behind the council." another member stated hotly.
"Of course not," Zabrea snapped, "I only wanted to know if it was even feasible. Evermitear had attested that he was worthy, but I thought to save time. The test would help with that. Unfortunately, Theradonis's scans indicate that the damage to his powers cannot be healed by us."
"Oh no." Phoebe whispered. She looked at Gabriel, but he appeared strangely calm.
Cole leaned over and said softly, "Don't worry yet, there's something else going on here."
"I'm glad you've told us this," Dormare stated smugly, "Now we can dismiss this issue and move on."
Zabrea held up his hand, "I didn't say that. I'm afraid we've got an entirely new issue."
"What do you mean?" Dormare demanded.
Zabrea sighed, "During the scans, Theradonis detected something else. She asked me to verify her findings, which I did. This boy has the Potential."
As the room erupted in chaos, Phoebe looked at Devearn. Devearn was swallowing deeply, and looked absolutely flummoxed. "What does that mean? Devearn!" Phoebe snapped.
Devearn shook his head, and said, "Sorry. I was just so.stunned. It means your son has within him a gift for elven magic."
"So what?" Paige commented.
Devearn sighed, "You don't understand. We've never found a non-elf with that potential. It was believed only elves carry the potential for our magic, and only a very small percentage at that. Of the tens of thousands of elves, maybe 50 are powerful magic users. It is so rare that one of our fundamental laws is anyone found with the Potential must be trained."
"You're saying they have to train Gabriel in your magic?" Piper stated in disbelief.
"Maybe," Devearn admitted, "We'll see what they decide."
The chaos had subsided somewhat as one of the council members demanded, "You're sure of this fact?"
"I swear on my family's honor, he has the Potential," Zabrea confirmed.
"We cannot train him," Dormare stated.
"Our law demands it," Evermitear countered. "It is the law from our Creator, and one we cannot break."
"The law applies only to elven family members," Dormare snapped back. "Not to everyone. You know that."
"You're saying because he's not a member of an elven family, he can't be trained?" Zabrea asked.
Dormare nodded, "Were he an family member of a House, then I would be the first to demand he be trained."
Zabrea sighed, and said, "Then I formally demand my right of
Zahanria."
"What does that mean?" Phoebe almost shouted as chaos erupted again.
"Zahanria is the right of a House leader to formally adopt a person
into there house," Devearn whispered, "Zabrea is stating he will make Gabriel a member of his family. It's brilliant, but very dangerous. If they accept, Zabrea is responsible for all of Gabriel's actions. If he messes up, Zabrea will be held responsible."
Phoebe was going to comment when she saw that Zabrea had held up his hand. "Our initiate is now an official elven family member," Zabrea stated formally, "Will you consent to his training?"
Dormare looked like he was reading to spit fire as he snapped, "Very well, I accept. He is to be trained. I trust you'll oversee that portion of his training?"
Zabrea nodded, "It is my duty as his house leader."
"Then I will take my leave of you," Dormare said coldly as he turned and left the audience chamber.
The other members nodded briefly to Zabrea before heading out as well. Zabrea sat down heavily and looked at the others, "Well, we got what we wanted."
"What do you mean?" Piper asked.
"You came here for Gabriel to get stronger. Once we're finished with his training, he could be stronger than he was before," Zabrea explained.
"Thank you," Phoebe started, but stopped as she saw the pain in Zabrea's eyes. "What?"
Zabrea sighed, "To be trained, Gabriel must be trained here at Elfhaven. It's the only place the training can take place."
"Okay, we'll all stay then.right?" Phoebe asked.
"We can't," Cole said sadly, and Phoebe realized he had known this was going to happen, "We have lives, and we've almost worn out our welcome. We have to go back home.without Gabriel."
"NO!" Phoebe screamed. "how could you allow this!"
Cole pulled Phoebe into a hug as she felt tears start down his face, "Damn it, Phoebe, I didn't have a choice. It was the only way to help Gabriel, and that's what important."
Phoebe forced back her tears as she turned to Zabrea and asked, "How long?"
Zabrea looked uncertain, "I.don't know. It depends on how fast he learns it, and how much he has to learn. Several months at least."
Phoebe tried to fathom several months with her son gone, and couldn't. She tried to say something, but no words came out. She didn't realize Gabriel had approached until she found herself looking into his eyes, "Mom, I'll come back," Gabriel said fiercely, "It's only temporary, and while I wish we didn't have to be separated but.I need to do this."
Gabriel.gone. Phoebe had thought she'd have at least until college before that happened, but it wasn't going to be the case. She stared at Gabriel for a while, and then looked at Zabrea, "You'll take care of him?"
"I will treat him like a member of my family," Zabrea stated gently.
Phoebe sighed. She knew she'd cry later, but now she needed to be strong for Gabriel. "Alright.you have my permission to stay."
Phoebe slowly stood and was immediately surrounded by her family. As they entered the carriage that would take them out, she looked back and saw Gabriel waving. She continued to stare at Gabriel as he grew more and more distant as the carriage moved away.
And then he was gone.
THE END